Hardship

My family believed in raising sons frugally and spoiling daughters. Since childhood, my younger brother always got my hand-me-downs, whether it was clothes or toys. Feeling guilty, I secretly shared my things with him. But he poisoned me with pesticides, leaving me in a vegetative state. Later, I was reborn. Looking at my younger brother, his face smudged with dirt, I quickly agreed with my mother. "That's right. Boys need to learn to suffer from a young age."